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Apr 2016
that's what happens when you treat yourself as the famous executioner of Anne Boleyn, not the axe-man but the sword-smith who tiptoed to feel the breeze in socks, and cut, the, head, neatly, a cascading swing of the guillotine! indeed anyone who believes in posthumous conceptualisation of karma, believes in heaven & hell.*

as i speak of the culprit
who left me with a star trekking:
it's not me you have
to fear... it's my mother...
that tarantula will scalp you
and circumcise you - or as i am aware
sharing a body with her;
it's not me you are to fear;
god-forbid i care to know
what awaits you, **** the love via
the crucifix - i'm in awe in what awaits you...
think of your mother when you lie to her...
while i satiate her hungry ambitions in
the bedroom...
                          camel jockey
more like a camel *******.
have your little disciples to hand over -
suddenly everyone in England
was instructed in the practice of psychiatry!
******* *****, ignoramus and ****** d'uh!
i fudged a bump on me'h skull d'uh!
well, carpenter you shall be!
but those idiots in England cared for
a Kalashnikov of opinion
that civilised concern made due with
un-engaged diacritics: arguments in heaven
is a peace in hell, and i'm in it - suburbia
all-around with talk of the enigma that's cricket.
Mateuš Conrad
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Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
(36/M/Essex (England))   
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